#longevity
Police radio
Channel 06, do we know you any better?
Toe jam football, if not a ready stone at home
Spirits, do long legs ask me or the letter?
Seargent, the joke turns out to bee?
As we know, a fire in the sky is for those that play
The part, the start of in, if not a heart in lead
Of a blessing for the candle I left, in the, sea...
Chatter, is John ever going to shut up?
Longer knives, sexier lives, have a reason; in a season
Order to a ***** wish in the way, of a salty cough
Just like one more, cough a silence we meant, is echoing won?
Days end, the tale of a cop in the way of more, than a tear
Fear is my only baby to hold, and time in the know, is theirs
So old, the light in the window, for a dragon to ever here
The place and name of some, and then in season, with heirs...
Swallowing my pride, for the night to look first...
So called pillows and stronger days, are so little
A sit for *** a sat for tat; that has seen the worst
My eye in the sky, is still there, with my best spittle...
Look, honey, the craving for the rest, is to curse a kid
*** and poise, to live well in a jail cell, with a pet
Risk the bones or wear the homeys, your going to ask the wig
Little more than all in a none, way out where singing and dancing did...
Surprise, the wind owes me...
A hat in the hands of tomorrow, with a sexier find'
In the street with a cruiser, a belly with a smile to share, ***
Look otherwise, when the end comes, only a naked mind...
Careful Joe, the weight of a sandwich, is for the dogs
Lend a lip, or sit in the weight of a curious one
Seen spices and dearly meant wises, create a smile that thought
Life here is a wish, come of silent treatment from another won
Speed kills before it thrills, just to see if your paying attention
Same eye of distance, with a moment to look in that way
Is a raging few mine or yours, when the listening came back...
Sour old news, to a rhyming puppet, that thought it may?
Heroines to wish on tomorrow today, have a rare disease
Lips and burdened eyes, wait on a softer chair
Longer in the round, or waxing with the sight we mean
Is a reaching rainbow, the only way to whistle an affair?
Corn is such a smelly way to go, doctor
Throe the light or name the boat, a shell in the chamber
Keeps the tale fresh and realistic, the other side of other?
Happy to meet you, Tim, the only way out of here is ever...
Children work in the factory, child would the passion
Brides with a meal to serve, come and go to see my eyes
Grooms in the knick of time, let music be the lesson
Salt seems to be better the pack, which lights like worldly sighs...
Mother, I found your smile in a strange mirror
Seems the wealth of silence, will be a curious suicide
Shame and antipathy, with an ear to let, weird
But just when the yawn I showed, is another smile...
Sister Miss Sincerity
When I see your first, and only flower in the street
The cold shoulders of wishes, has a reason to be...
Only a God with more, can ever deal with sincerity's heat?
Father that are in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Shrewd women with another, seek only a champion
True to the match you made, for me to admit same
The future of concern is for those that ask about a light's complexion
Light the way, antiquity
Hours of solemn time, have passed
And no one has the time, for another liberty
Saints with a choice, look hard, to pass gas
Love is a weary force, sitting in the west
Come here lover, the way I see you is...
Driven by the way you remember me, is a care caressed
Like a happier shade to play in, ground costs you a bliss
Days gone by, days come by
Save me the wall, to express my feelings
With a perfumed ear, that sees you live why
To a tea, with a really big appetite for my dealings
Ants in the acid rain
Where we were, the surety of a wondering friend
Cope with the same, hope a season came
Letting bode become road, will a gesture of simplicity mend?
A shoe in the proverbial rain
**** peeps, the lent sneeze in my hand
Has the few, the flavor of worth until I imagine Cain
With a rope for a loud man, has a rainbow man in the land
Land o' lakes married alka seltzer...
My watch, which turns out to be a target
For about the meanest bird, I've ever messiahed
Can we cook a **** in your backyard, with a grocery store mint...
The mail man is the easter bunny
A monster on the dash, said holidays always commit
See me dance, wish a hardier can of silent money
For a seasons of scars, and the blindness of a hidden mutt
A satellite fell in my drink, with a cigarette girl...
******* a rabid snore, and a sewing baby
Jokes on the rabbit's ears, which goes like *** tomorrow
Is a television still going to burp me; milk is a stood-up honey
Can a lifesaver make the dead appear, from the sea?
Sweet many, the stare of pain that is religion
Where the stronger come, is mine to look and see
Step forward sun ray, the toll of a bell has come back, ecstasy
My plastic smell's better than yours
Roll with the punches, miracles in the sack
Sake a wilder credit than me, a host of where dour favors
A tow, the weight of the world, has a shadow of a chance to pack
Grandma's cookies
Still the white sky's of extreme weather, giving a gift
Of sugar is like this, a question of salt versus vinegar, the lookies
Come and go, with my fetish for a potato to entertain an eye to lift
Vitamin X, does drink too much
Livid and moxy in love, we see your skivvies
When a shrill whistle, has a destiny in a needy such
My hatred for glue, is a waiting eye a gymnastic ******
The food or the future?
Long lines to eternity, with a ****** serpent
Quick, is a poltergeist to correct a hair for times fury?
My car, has a mirror for each, a fish that has done and gone, went
*******
Merely the focus an abstract mathematics
A whether in the stare of a culture, vainer abacuses sweat like doles
Simple news for the pig, whose here say has become a flaming lick...
Metal man versus the stomach flue
Where are my somber tissues, if a nosey neighbor
Has a relationship with the toilet, a smile in its shoe?
See food, you live like a leach on this towns drip, coffee is war...
Light my fire, Osmandius
A jewel of the family of time, has a dark side
I know intimately, the press of gold in the bruise of the moon
Sit here for eternity, Peter, we love you with her, a belly finally juices
Cans of promised oil that has embarrassed your thumb
Wills of the whisper in the drugs, dragon a shallow grave
Them and polite service to an ideal, wait on our crumb
Toasters with professional roads to paradise, lipstick saves...
Society has, with a cookbook from France
On page 222, the dish is mine, and the bird of a window
That has seen the cold, clammy way of a **** ant
Have an ****** that spelled the egg backwards, with a lover's vow...
Computers smile at sleep and the right to pills
Wet eyes in the past, to deliver a bite of delight, an ice cube
Staring at you, with sunglasses from a vision of hills
Should a quiet return of pittances sword, collect you for a meat's rube?
Air raid sirens, drunk enough to take a storm on...
Run and see the wisdom, I merit in the baby crib
With a bubble, should a rich man let beer, have a thunder
That asked me in a shines shame, is my berry going to live?
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 6:30 AM UTC
Fifteen thousand and
two hundred poems ago
I didn't know that
I'd still be here
bending your ear
what a surprise.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 12:40 AM UTC
I stated aging backwards,
my hair is growing back.
My muscles are immaculate,
my ***** are tightly packed.
The wrinkles in my skin
all turning to brown fat.
And once again my libido knows,
it’s good company that I lack.
Running, jumping, lifting heavy weights.
Eating clean food, love that bitter taste!
I think I’ll live forever traveling through out time.
I’ll see you when you’re born again somewhere down the line.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 7:13 AM UTC
If I’m here long enough and didn’t stray too far away,
Would you maybe,
Somehow,
Possibly
Want to stay?
It’s taken many hours and is taking many days,
So,
could you be the one to
end my wait?
Oh, if I were to be quiet and I were to be devout,
Would it be too much to ask for you to
linger around?
I’m sorry if I’m too much and
I’m sorry if I’m not enough
But would it be to much to ask for you
To be around?
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
A seed of type
dormant within
10 to 20 years
can slip pass
again and again..
Still the seed is sprouting
in every part of life
I can see it in my children
I can feel it in my wife.
A bean stalk so grandeur
it stretches to the sky
I wouldn't let another 10 years
of good living pass me by.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 9:40 AM UTC
The holding place / The tablets of your memory / Little slivers of death / We can keep finding ways to go further
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 10:36 AM UTC
My chin digs a ditch stretchin' miles behind me
My tucked tail has fallen off and lost sight of me
Occupying limbo in the company of ennui
A trait from Eeyores' arced personality
No hospitality
Low fruit hanging heavy
Rots gradually
A middle finger at the ready,
Presented indefinitely,
Squarely into the faceless face of longevity
As it inevitably gets the best of me
And I seemingly seem to be ignoring the complexity
Like it doesn't apply to me
Oh the irony
©2024
Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 1:15 PM UTC
“**Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.
Our bodies are our gardens,
to which our wills are gardeners…”
– Iago, Act 1, Scene 3 in Shakespeare's "Othello**”
*A commandment to wellness,
spoke aloud, with resolute foursquare,
of which no doubt,
upon whom the responsibility lays,
each of us poets individually
I am not a gardner,
know not the pleasure of rich dark soil
loam, cupped in my hand,
or the stroking of first blooms,
the genteel of spring,
afternoon delights for the eyes,
but for me, no elemental quivering
no instinct bids me
dig, plant, water and worry…*
but my body’s garden another matter
for pillaging insects,
the bollwevil
and other assorted devils
planted internally and infernally
breeding
the ills of human failings,
with tulip yellow couragelessness,
they infiltrate & exploit
the crevices where our fallacies
buried but unearthed
what is this longevity word?
we've live as long as intended,
forces internal,
weathered by outside forces,
gales amazing and pelting storms
within and without
combative
born from earth’s produce,
we tend our own garden unequally,
inconsistently
though gardens demand, preferring
constantly
li
loving attentions
*but humans are notoriously of poor
attention spans and we tend to tend
in spurs of moments,
some lasting decades
and thus or thus,
a poor epitaph to
our fallow falling fallen
humanity*
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 8:17 AM UTC
#
*Cloud-scraped and smoldering..
(Scepters have handles,
not every hand can fit)
Dream-scenes, on fleshscreens
by far, burn the brightest..
But;
Panty-lines in quartertimes
best accentuate--
Those wine-goblet, ****
(My head is spinning;
hellbent, on sinning..)*
. . . .
*Evil Impulse, brings me close
(you have a gift, my Love)
Rise above, Paul..
Rise above
Rise above
Rise above
Rise above
Rise above.*
#
Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 5:24 PM UTC
#
"Dig your claw-hands into me" said she..
'It is all so unbearable, you know"
Her chest, ripped open..
such an ancient wound, are those..
*"Are those, so slow to heal--
These ones you've done to me..
And I.. I swear.. Dark.. looks like light
And Light, so very dark
Strangely, near you
I feel the Spark
..From you, the Monster..
You know.. the one,
under my bed,
Just waiting..
waiting..
waiting.
For me to slip.. to fall..
So you can what?
Crush my skull?
Grind me into grist;
Tho Unleavened..
I will rise with you
I now, know--
.. The dreaded end
Is the beginning
..of all Beginnings."*
#
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 8:19 PM UTC
I saw my knuckles in sunlight.
Seems I’m doing alright,
in that their crocodilian terrain
showed survival
I recall a science class
where they asked us to pinch skin
on the back of our hand
to see how quickly it returned
now, it appears
I’m learned
#age #skin #morphology #longevity #content #knuckles
Apr 23, 2022
Apr 23, 2022 at 11:13 AM UTC
I understand
what you’re conveying..
You’re ready when it’s time to pass…
When entropy settles into the bones
the spirit longs for another task…
I’m not ready to allow
entropy to set in yet
I have far to much love to express..
Death is a disease, I am immune!
Cause I believe in love beyond the tomb
………………………………………….
Dec 23, 2021
Dec 23, 2021 at 5:55 AM UTC
#
*Let me get this out..
Every night, I would tell you goodnight
And that in the morning,
the sun would rise again..
making all things, new.
I wanted those first rays of light
to find you, still alive
You were so very much hanging
by a thread back then.
I am a strange, strange man
as if you didn't already know,
But I have been gifted with the ability
to truly save you
(And you know it,
through.. and through.)
If you die.. I will take it on
as solely, my blame--
for not pushing you harder
with everything I know, Love can do..
It will make you hate me
as it saves the precious life, in you.*
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Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 9:51 PM UTC
Every killer is in pursuit of life,
I suspect that the key to a long life, is in deaths commonality.
I've no doubt that obstacles such as cancer and diabetes will be the key to our longevity; not because we eradicate them, but because we include them in some way.
(Its just a feeling)
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
through the rain
through the tears
through the mistakes
still, here we are
still, we remain
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 11:36 AM UTC
Don't hold out for recess
The daunting pressure builds
Pick up your mettlesome
Impose your loving will!
The target is your nature
Imprinted in your code
An epigenetic explanation
Is about to unfold
So get yourself together
You cyborg by default
Your appendages are contagious
Your inflammation is your fault
Still... we can do much better
Then waiting around to parish...
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 9:36 PM UTC
We are the result of all we can imagine came before us,
in this bubble
of being we find our selves staring back
into from
the abyss, where luck is not a factor.
{from the movie}
nay, from Nietzsche, the drinking game
- on
- each time one looks into the abyss
- the abyss looks back, so luck is not a factor
sure. that makes perfectible sense, there's a signal,
a fluctuation,
measure it, man, and tell us all you know it means.
Ferlinghetti died yesterday, I could have known him,
if I'd tried.
I did not care for his view of truth. But he was young,
last time I took him serious.
I notice,
I don't care for my view of truth at that age.
But did you see him in the Last Waltz,
he was unmused, I felt bad for him.
And now he's dead and being reread. That's pretty cool.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 10:58 PM UTC
#
Dirt poor and
down trodden,
he didnt ask for this
this life among the fallen--
My fuckerface, he paid his dues
among the homes of the forgotten
Scandinavian/Cherokee was his pa
(tho not for long)
Crow Creek Sioux and German, his ma..
and all along the Rosebud rez
his half-breed skin, rubbed raw.
Ah, my beautiful sweet fuckerface--
you are the finest blood-brother
of them all.
#
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 11:22 PM UTC
#PaulSN
I have been writing
about you
almost since my
very first-ever poem
It was your spirit I
could feel--
even when I was wholly
unable to feel
You are a b ra isi v e
in the most t e n d e r e s t
of ways
my little scrapper
And I have pulled you
t o w a r d s me
a thousand different days
(yet, I have never touched you)
Little scrapper, you are
a d m i r e d
from afar
by me--
the one who has been
watching you--
all these years
Look up, beautiful-one
turn your face
to me
and see that I am
still here--
wanting just to touch
the side of yours
with two fingers
just a touch
Yes,
silly spilly--
yapper-lilly
I am right here..
lookin at you- tenderly
still--
even after all this time
#
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 9:10 PM UTC
Where might confusion lie
About oneself?
The deep recesses of the mind.
Beneath masks and scars,
Is where you'll find me.
Amidst books and ink.
Within, without, all around.
Through meadows and trees,
The grass whispers and sings.
Deep secrets of the Earth.
You need to be right.
You need to be wrong.
Not rushed, nor cheated.
A steady hand. Pen to paper.
Trembling, in waves. In. Out.
Stay the course Dear one.
Seek not the out edge,
Within is where it lies.
Not among the birds.
Neither your friends nor family.
But deep in you
Is where it lies.
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
I held the moon
And knew immortality
I traded all my unforsaken days
To move within the eternal orbit of her night
To eclipse death
Yet here then the gap narrowed
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 11:15 AM UTC
He ran from my demons
so I wouldn't have to.
He yearned for more time
like I should have.
He lived as me.
He broke as me.
He spoke in me
so I wouldn't have to.
I didn't tell him he was human.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
A star flashes - - the void is unchanged
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 12:33 AM UTC
We live
for a moment.
But
die endlessly,
for an eternity.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
as still water stagnates
blood stagnates
move your body
keep blood flowing
fuel your life force
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC